The Protectorate of Lyras is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Warmarshal Leon Krell with an iron fist, and notable for its frequent executions, ubiquitous missile silos, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 20.03 billion Lyrans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Law & Order also on the agenda, while Environment and Welfare aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bredubar. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 93.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Lyran economy, worth a remarkable 4,904 trillion Varessan crowns a year, is broadly diversified and mostly made up of the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 244,864 Varessan crowns, with the richest citizens earning 7.7 times as much as the poorest.

Children as young as twelve are conscripted into the armed forces, newborns are being raised as mindless killing machines, military spending is on the increase, and the military invades any neighboring nation with the gall to criticize its policies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force. Lyras's national animal is the Lyran Drop Bear, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.